Isla
"It does. Perhaps I'll take that particular flower and bring it back to the infirmary so I can use it for medicines," she suggests, smiling over her shoulder at him and tilting her head. "Oh? Do tell. Are you going to end up with a tentacle instead of an arm? A hammer?" she wonders, Isla grinning to herself and dropping back to fall into step with him as they begin to walk properly through the streets.
She's glad to hear that he's found someone, and her eyebrows raise as Aamu's name falls from his lips. "I didn't realise you knew each other. That is a small world. I've met Aamu a few times, he's a very gentle man. Were you in the last war together...?" Honestly, she can't even imagine Aamu fighting. Cal, though? That she can envisage pretty well; there's something about his charm and charisma that might easily hide the steel beneath.
Almost as if she can sense it, Isla reaches out to link her arm with his good one, giving him a gentle nudge. "War isn't an absolute," she points out. "Maybe just enjoy being alive again for a bit first?"
She's glad to hear that he's found someone, and her eyebrows raise as Aamu's name falls from his lips. "I didn't realise you knew each other. That is a small world. I've met Aamu a few times, he's a very gentle man. Were you in the last war together...?" Honestly, she can't even imagine Aamu fighting. Cal, though? That she can envisage pretty well; there's something about his charm and charisma that might easily hide the steel beneath.
Almost as if she can sense it, Isla reaches out to link her arm with his good one, giving him a gentle nudge. "War isn't an absolute," she points out. "Maybe just enjoy being alive again for a bit first?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
